Broken

I looked in the mirror today, and I didn’t recognize my face. It was so foreign to me. Lines and curves, I had never seen before. Even though, I had looked in this same mirror hundreds of times before. What I saw was, a young girl, whose eyes were swollen, and red with tears. Her face chubby and fat, from all the times she ate, to take away the pain. I saw the blemishes on her face, sporadically placed like polka dots, caused from the stress and pain, that was sporadically placed in her life. I saw a frown, that was permanently glued there. So unwavering and fixed. Mascara and make up smeared her face, "dirtying" this picture, she so carefully tried to paint. A quick glance showed me all of this. I turn because I couldn’t bear to see more. If it was like this on the outside, what would the inside look like. The thought, quickly flooded my mind. I had so many dreams, all of them slowly drifting past. So…. This is my life. 1:30 am standing, standing in front of a mirror, in the bathroom. Tear stained face, with running mascara stinging my eyes. And writing … always writing, because there is no one there to listen to me, except these pages. And if there were someone here to listen, would they even understand ?